I know better and I am sincere. Will you forgive me?" "Yes, and I am sorry for the way I responded to you. Will you forgive me?" "Oh yes, and thank yo...." she replied. I looked at the judge and I thought he might be a good conquest for me. If I ever needed a judge on my side, he would fit the bill. He was a very handsome and fit man. Maybe about sixty years old with a full head of silver Grey hair. Looking at me he asked, "Do you golf?" "No," I replied. "Curtis, why don't you bring her next time. Her pussy was wet as this was exactly how she liked to position men, below her and between her legs. Looking up the businessman continued to stroke, not touching but smelling her legs and her wet pussy that now hovered around and above him. Mila,”is your cock aching for me? Can you smell how wet my pussy is for you.” “Yes”, stuttered the response. His breathing was fast now, and he wanted to reach out to touch her legs or lift his mouth to her thong, still stroking his cock slowly. It ached so. ..”I listened to him with only half my attention. He offered me his deepest condolences on my, our, loss. It sounded strictly pro forma, but I appreciated it nonetheless. I smiled at my wife and sat down heavily in my office chair. I picked up my pen, flipped the page on the notepad, and began writing as he talked.It was going to be a long couple of days, and I couldn’t imagine how we were going to tell the girls. With an inaudible sigh, I concentrated on the lawyer and blew a kiss to my wife.. The scared girls at my ankles were looking up at me wondering what I could possibly be finding so interesting when there was danger all around us. The more intelligent Rachel was hugging my knee like she was thinking about exploring a bit higher and I got distracted from my long-range ogling by female pursuits a bit closer to home.We stopped at the main watering pump and watered down the thirsty stock managing to stay relatively out of sight and out of mind in the midst of the confusion.I took.